[A/N: Didn't get any reviews. But decided to do a second chapter anyways. I love writing pointless stuff like this. REVIEW.]
Disclaimer: Don't own it! Can an 11 year-old own a show anyway? I don't think so. Yes, I do only put this disclaimer because everyone else does.
Do The Wiggle, Man
Rhonda got out of her convertible. Mr. Simmons was still posing like some sort of crazy model on the hood of her car. She pushed him off and scowled at him.
Arnold was all bloody. He came out of his car like some sort of zombie. Rhonda called the police on him. Then Lila had a better idea.
"Let's call the police on ourselves."
"What the BEEPPPP is wrong with you, Lila?"
"We did it! We crashed into him!"
"Yeah. On ACCIDENT!" screeched Helga, climbing out of the red convertible. "That isn't against the law!"
Two days later, Rhonda was locked up in a dark, lonely cell, only 12 years old, because she wasn't old enough to drive yet.
Arnold was in the hospital.
Helga was at home along with Lila and Nadine.
They were so glad they weren't in Rhonda's place.
AND THIS STUPID SITUATION WAS ALL BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID DUO LMFAO! AND THEIR STUPID SONG SEXY AND I KNOW IT!
It was all their fault.